Shiki trance

John’s transformed figure loomed in the doorway, his elongated fangs glistening in the dim light. His crimson eyes locked onto the scene—Bryce lost in the trance, Cortney writhing under the shiki’s touch—and a snarl ripped from his throat. Wendy, still bleeding from her palms, whirled toward the sound. "Dad—?" Her voice cracked. But the man she knew was gone. John lunged, faster than anything human, claws slashing through the air.towards her, and Anne

Wendy barely had time to react—she shoved Anne sideways, sending her tumbling into the mud as John’s talons grazed her shoulder instead of tearing through her throat. Blood welled up in four parallel gashes, hot and slick in the freezing rain. Rebecca his wife grabs Anne. Inside the crumbling house, the shiki woman’s laughter cut off abruptly. Bryce’s hands stilled on Cortney’s bare skin

The shiki woman hissed, her grip tightening on Cortney’s shoulders. “You,” she spat, her voice like rustling leaves and broken glass. “You should not have any will left..like her. Bryce didn’t answerOutside, the storm raged, rain slashing sideways as Wendy scrambled back, clutching her bleeding shoulder. John—no, the thing that had been her father—snarled, his crimson eyes locking onto hers with lustful intention Anne sobbed as Rebecca dragged her further from the window, her hands slick with blood and rain. "Mom, what is he?!" she screamed. Rebecca didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her husband—once warm, human, hers—was now a shiki..a vampire that craved sex and turning others like the islanders, his elongated fangs bared, his claws flexing as he advanced. John lunged again, this time for Rebecca.

His clawed hand seized her wrist, dragging her toward him with inhuman strength. Rebecca gasped as his other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. His breath was hot against her skin—not the familiar warmth of her husband, but something feverish, intoxicating. "Look at me," he commanded, voice thick with hypnotic allure. Rebecca tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. Her eyes flicked up, meeting his—those burning crimson irises swallowing her will. A shudder ran through her as his power coiled around her mind, sweet and suffocating. Her muscles slackened.

Wendy screamed as John’s claws grasps Rebecca’s wrist, her mother’s body going limp under his unnatural allure. The rain lashed harder, stinging Wendy’s wounded shoulder as she stumbled forward—only for Anne to grab her arm, nails digging in. "Run!" Anne’s voice was raw with terror. But Wendy couldn’t. Not while her mother’s breath hitched, not while John’s claws tightened possessively around Rebecca’s waist. The hypnotic pull of his crimson gaze ensnared wendy and Annes mother completely, leaving her pliant in his grasp. Wendy’s own limbs felt heavy, her thoughts sluggish—the shiki’s influence still clinging to her veins like honeyed poison. Then she heard it—a whisper, soft and melodic, curling through the storm. "Such pretty girls..." Another shiki woman emerged from the shadows, her porcelain skin glistening with rain, lips parted in a hungry smile. Her dark eyes locked onto Anne first, then Wendy.

The shiki woman’s fingers trailed down her own bare waist, her clothing slipping open to reveal pale, flawless skin. The storm’s chill did nothing to dull the heat radiating from her as she stepped closer. Anne whimpered, her soaked clothes clinging to her trembling body—until the shiki’s clawed hands seized the collar of her shirt. With a single, fluid motion, she tore the fabric away, leaving Anne exposed to the lashing rain. Wendy tried to lunge forward, but her legs buckled under the weight of the shiki’s hypnotic gaze.

The shiki woman’s fingers traced Anne’s collarbone, her nails leaving faint pink trails as she leaned in, her breath unnaturally warm against the girl’s rain-chilled skin. "So sweet," she murmured, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop of water sliding down Anne’s throat. Wendy gasped, her vision swimming—the wound on her shoulder throbbed in time with the shiki’s pulse of power. She could feel it, thick and syrupy, seeping into her thoughts, turning her panic into something slower, darker. John’s fangs grazed Rebecca’s neck, not piercing yet—savoring.as he removes Rebecca’s clothes

The storm’s cold rain slicked over her bare skin, but she barely felt it, her mind drowning in the hypnotic pull of his gaze. His claws traced slow, possessive lines down her sides, her breath hitching as his lips brushed the hollow of her throat. "Rebecca..mmm..youll love this he growled, the word vibrating against her skin. Inside the crumbling house, the shiki woman had regained control.